Sometimes, after noticing the first time, you look at the person's face and doubt yourself. You think 'maybe he just accidentally brushed my body, and it wouldn't happen again'.
It's been happening all my life.
In secondary school, the boys derived pleasure from rubbing on girls and it was commonly said that 'girls didn't have nerves in their backsides'.
The only time I recall ever getting proper maaad and voilent in school was because a classmate decided to test the hypothesis on me.
I've got tooooooo maaaaaaaany personal experiences that started waaaay soooooo early. Most women/girls do.
It's disappointing that a lot of people don't realise that exams can and should be written solo and smashed!
Where is your pride?
When I wrote GCE in SS1, it was weird cos I had barely covered the syllabus but that was barely enough reason to think of cheating.
Once during the geography paper, one of the expo sheets passed by my table. Completely wrong answers.
On the day we wrote math, every one but 3 of us finished within 45mins. 3 hour paper o. They all bought expo and submitted early.
It made me very proud of my A.
Once, a long long time ago, I put up a picture on one of my social media handles. A friend saw it and made some silly odd comments which I chose to tolerate at that time.
Fast forward a few days and she puts up a picture somewhere too, so I gave her the words back for effect.
Babe legit threw a fit.
😃 Ahhh, so you don't like hearing rubbish baa? Next time, think about what you want to say and be sure that you yourself can stomach it.
There was also one who gave compliments with shades. Something like: Where did you copy this fine hairstyle from cos I know you couldn't possibly think to choose it yourself.
Please, if you hand out compliments like this, just keep them nitori olorun. Keep them all.
Sometimes, I think that one of the reasons Nigeria refuses to fight is because her citizens feel like they can escape the madness by leaving the country or grooming their kids to leave.
A lot of Nigerians already have relatives abroad. Many more are exiting the country to...
... become the relatives abroad.
We aren't all that passionate about fixing our burning roof because the plan is to abandon the house for the bozos who started the fire anyway.
Some other days, I just think that we have been oppressed and our voices stifled so much that we have accepted that we're helpless, voiceless, insignificant people. Observing the rebellion of other people all over the world would only elicit commentary, nothing more.
The water problem in Ido-Ekiti and environs is major. From the hospital to the rest of the community, you see people fetching water everywhere.
One is lucky if one gets water from a borehole. The rest is rain water and well water that has to settle first.
Let's not delve into sanitation and waste disposal. Isn't it where there's water that toilets will be flushed? Open dumping everywhere, there's no state regulated waste disposal system. Not even a small community organised waste disposal system. 'What is a recycle?'
Burn cartons, plastic and styrofoam. It's saddening. Because the population density is low, the effects are not obvious save for the eyesore that waste constitutes beside the road, but it's only a matter of time before the quota to climate change as well as morbidity from this...
3 months ago, I got a job in a new state I had neither ever been nor had any affiliations. The man who was supposed to help me get a place turned out to be a sly. So I was completely stranded. A friend let me stay with her while I sorted out my accommodation.
One day, that week, during my medicals, one of the women helping with signing the med fitness forms looked at me, and asked me if I had anywhere to stay. She gave me her number and I called her 24 hours later. Moved into her house 2 days later and have been there since.
She feeds me everyday and even brings breakfast, lunch and dinner when I'm on call in the hospital, either weekday or weekend. Her family took me in very warmly and insists that I spend the whole year with them.